O my love

Love, O my love, shall I

wait for you panting strong by 

our black stream bubbling

with the sweetness of desire?


My delicious One tight with love that

fills me and takes me away whole,

when will you come as flesh soft

to wet all that is good in me?


Dipping all we were in the 

black pool night warm with love,

and painted naked under the moon

that winked at our sublime innocence.


And your hair shone aroused in

the moonlit shadowy ink of night,

tossed by the breeze and swayed

by our passion unleashed to the dark.


Love, O my love, I see you rippling

there, eyes wide, longing deep, peering

into our black bourn swelling up

full with the sweetness of our desire.